Forced To Wear Her Panties: A Sissy's Descent

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Auntie was apparently subconsciously jealous of me being the only boy in our families and this I guess was the driving force in what was about to happen. In my own case, my husband didn’t know about feminisation and FLRs when we first met. Neither did I in those terms, I just liked my own way and for my men to be submissive. Alice’s feminisation was a little further along the forced line. My cheeks turned a bright red, but not out of embarrassment from wearing such girlish clothes. Rather, it was because deep within, I couldn't imagine anything nicer than continuing this new and exciting experience for as long as I could. It was not only because of how I was dressed, but also how being dressed this way was making me feel. I was embarrassed that I kind of liked the way the feminine clothes felt to wear. The guilt combined with the shame didn’t leave me any other choice but to submissively do as she said.

After about a 10 minute drive, we pulled up to the building. The girls and I got out of the car. We were greeted at the door, "Hello girls, who is your friend?" the man asked. "Sarah" I said in a quiet, high pitched voice, not trying to give away my manliness. We continued down a hallway to a table. "Hey Bri" the lady at the table said, "nice to see you brought a friend, how old is she?" "20" I responded. The lady laughed hysterically and handed a paper to Em's mom. Fill this out and she can come it too the lady said. Em's mom pulled us to the side. She didn't even think about Sunday school. She said that since I was dressed like a little girl, people wouldn't think I was 20 and that since I was the same height as Bri, everyone though I was her friend instead of Em's. She said that mass was out of the question and said I had to go to Sunday school instead. She said that if I said I was Bri's age I could at least hang out with her and proceeded to fill out the health form. Well they are definitely different, they are really warm though" I said. They honestly felt pretty good, but I wasn't going to admit that. And they were warm, which was good because the house was freezing. While I knew I would enjoy wearing the pretty clothes, being a boy I knew I had to pretend that I would not like it. A few minutes later Sue (with whom I was quite close) came in and said that while she knew I would not like to wear the clothes it was the only thing to do, and she and Anne would not laugh at me or anything. Anne came in then and promised not to laugh or tell anyone. She said I should put the clothes on, as there was no one else around anyway. They both promised again not to tell anyone and then left me alone. Now I've got my long permed hair. Think Gary Oldman as the young good looking Dracula in London or Gary Sinise with long hair and you've got the picture. Toss in a good wardrobe, and I'm looking pretty good. I followed her into the bedroom after switching off the T.V. and the lights, then I sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the sound of the water hitting the shower enclosure. I don’t know what caused me to decide to call her bluff, but the next thing that happened was that I had stripped off everything I was wearing.Don’t you get excited thinking about being forced to wear girls clothes all weekend?” She asked knowingly. After I replied that it did she asked me if I wanted her to do that to me and once again I answered positively. Then she asked, well more like stated. “Thinking about me making you into my little slave-girl really turns you on doesn’t it!” She laughed when I admited that it sounded exciting. Why are all your blinds closed? What were you up to? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t think I want to know” she said. a.m.: We conclude that he probably doesn’t want to get caught with an underwire popping through his shirt at the conservative company where he works.

I'd always worn my hair long, and rather embarrassingly, in a mullet. Think Lars Ulrich circa 1988-1989, and you've got the picture. It was definitely a low maintenance haircut. I wore it long because when I had it short, I looked like I was twelve. Work never complained, and I didn't care.The soft caress of the silky fabrics on my powdered skin and the way the two women (especially Carolyn) pampered me was so wondrous and I could not help think of the weekend ahead in frillies. Yup..." I simply responded, setting my suitcase next to the green couch. I turned on the TV and started searching through the channels. p.m.: BF jerks off in bed, next to me. At first, I plan to just watch, but I start getting into it, rubbing his face and chest, talking dirty. I get very turned on watching this in general, and think of asking to join in, but when he finishes, I feel relieved — I really did not have it in me (pun intended).

Oh hi" Em's mom said. I was unsure what to do. I sunk underneath the blanket, making sure only my head was visible. Em's mom came over to shake my hand. "Mom this is my friend from school, he walked me home after work" Em said. I proceeded to reach my hand out to shake Em's mom's hand. "Why is he wearing my favorite PJ's!!!" Em's sister shouted. I looked down, realizing that when I went to shake hands, the blanked slid down revealing the pajamas. I was frozen in embarrassment.When I buy my coffee in the morning, the twentysomething clerk always gives me a bigger smile than the other customers get. Women look me over head to toe when they see me. Women hit on me. Men hit on me. My daughter's friends tell me I look great. My wife's friends tell me I look great. Longtime female friends assure me that I'm sexy. The girls at the school where my wife volunteers tell me I look sexy. I started crossdressing at a young age. A movie I saw once about a boy who was dressed as a girl by his mother got me very curious about dressing up. One time, I secretly got dressed in one of my mother’s dress when I was 12 years old. I simply loved the sensation and my desire to feel & look feminine grew with time.

Darcey dragged me into the private room Loren greeted us. “He’s too shy to speak to you so he told me what he wants outside.” Darcey said. In this one the subject is more obviously unwilling. Several pictures of this type have tape over the mouth and some red lips painted over the top, I'm not sure where that idea comes from but better than a gag I guess. The subject well bound, and for a change no chance to show even a bulge of manhood. Yes I agree, Melissa, he is much better off imprisoned in petticoats than imprisoned in Penshurst. Your letter is interesting, because many, many psychological profiles have shown that the silly male who embezzles is not really a criminal type, but just a male with an over-inflated ego, a sure sign of immaturity and babyishness. This makes your punishment even more appropriate.Hey, I know that what happened was an accident so don't worry about that; but we were just talking about tomorrow. Do you want to go to church with us?"